06 Thursday Apr 2017
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Poems, Poetry
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#NaPoWriMo, #poetry, air, bridge, Day 4, dorindaduclos.com, forest, kiss, mist, National Poetry Month, Night Owl Poetry, perfection, phenomenon, poems, writing
Cross over the bridge, into the mist
The forest air says hello, with a kiss
Refreshing, the aura, on the other side
That sense of perfection, you cannot deny
The pleasure you find, when you journey beyond
To frolic within, such a rare phenomenon
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05 Wednesday Apr 2017
Posted in Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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#mybackyard, #myphotography, azalea, beauty, Canon Rebel T5, dorindaduclos.com, leaf, macro, moss, nature, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, Wordless Wednesday
Taken with a 2X macro lens, Canon Rebel T5
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05 Wednesday Apr 2017
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Challenge
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#DailyHaikuChallenge, #Haiku365, #poetry, darkness, dorindaduclos.com, haiku, life, light, night, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry challenge, Shine Through, storms
In the dark of night
Even life’s storms dissipate
When the light shines through
Should you like to participate in the challenge, simply link back to Morgan’s first post found HERE
Day 156/365
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05 Wednesday Apr 2017
Posted in Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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#myphotography, Canon Rebel T5, crocus, dorindaduclos.com, flowers, macro, Night Owl Poetry, photgraphs, Photography, spring, Wordless Wednesday
These beautiful flowers survived the last snow storm we had. They amaze me.
Taken with a 2x macro lens, Canon Rebel T5
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05 Wednesday Apr 2017
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Poems, Poetry
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#NaPoWriMo, #poetry, beguile, disguise, dorindaduclos.com, earth, fade away, hidden, mystify, National Poetry Month, Night Owl Poetry, poems, spirits, tree spirit, writing
I hide, in an obvious place
In the most unusual space
Though you think all you see
Is a shriveled up tree
What it is, is really my face
Disguised, like the bark of an oak
I quietly watch, as the folk
Walk by me and glance
Did they see me, by chance?
When I’m hidden, under this cloak
There’s no need to fear my presence
I’m simply the earth, in its essence
I’ll be here awhile
Mystify and beguile
Until, I depart, evanescence
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